Grade Five: This was the same grade of the pixie accident. But that doesn't even stand out in memory like this other thing: I was a part of a group of about eight chosen to do devotions with the entire school in General Assembly. I was given a pre-scripted prayer to go home and memorise. I left the paper with the prayer at home on the morning of said devotion, and had to do an impromptu prayer (I'm a pastor's kid so to this day I think I aced that). When devotion was done, we all filed to our classrooms in lines (remember when you had to file in lines to do everything?? Even lines to go the danged bathroom!)
When Teach came in, she congratulated everybody else who did devotion, then turned to me, took the stack of test papers in her hand, and proceeded to hit me on my head with them... something about me spoiling her devotion cause I didn't read her prayer... I was a tender 9 *sniff-sniff, dabs eyes with hanky*
Now that I'm NOT nine anymore, I'm thinking of a million things I coulda done to get back at her, lol.
Chupse.
Too bad I was the silent good kid! If I could go back in time... maaaaan!! Justice would be seeeeerved... ;)
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I was the silent kid too, but that made an easy mark for bullies. I don't think back on grade school fondly.
I bet you did ace the devotion, but Ms. Controlling wanted things her way. ;)
Which teacher was this?
Boyd, Javed.... You can imagine how she bruk mi likkle pickney heart?? Bwoi, I was crushed!
Believer, absolutely yes, I was good with that prayer. But because I didnt read hers, I got in trouble... *sigh* I cant exactly call that moment part of the 'good old days' pakage, lol!
Ohhh Dat de uman de! Mi se mi kyaahn stan aar. :P
yeah,those lines that tried to make us orderly:)
I think your prayer was better than hers and she knew it. Revenge exacted!
I'm with Abeni on that one. She wanted to get props from YOUR performance and she didn't get it. Serve har right! I know it must have hurt that she didn't recognize your creativity and ingenuity in saving the day. That's not what teachers were for in those days; they were there to shame the hell out of us and make us feel grateful that they ever said a kind word to us on the way to drilling useless knowledge into our heads. Ok, so grade school was not fun for me. I could tell some stories, as another bright, silent, good kid who never did get why injustice and cruelty had to be so central to my schooldays.
See what I meant in that post bout having real teachers?? It would seem that not very many ppl enjoyed their grade school days.. what a tragedy that is! You can imagine a whole generation of ppl coming out of grade school thinking, 'well that sucked!'?? Very disconcerting!
And I had no idea we had so many 'silent good kids' here, or that we seem to all have been martyred for it in one way or the other. We should make us a club and call it, 'Not Another Martyr', and implement it in schools... or run a PSA or something!!! Teachers oughta know that their seemingly small actions can have huge imapcts...
Javed, I not necessarily hateful of Miss Boyd (and ah dont think u are either, lol) but this thing stands out in my memory... when I think Grade 5- this memory readily presents itself, which means it had an impact. So I hadta post about it... and see, other ppl went through the same thing!!
Oh for the day when I can change the world in one fell swoop instead of one itty bitty portion at a time... *sigh*
Hurry up and get rich Javed! I need that money to make some widespread changes, lol!
Indeed Ruth...indeed. If only effecting change was that simple.
My school life, from Infant school onwards was filled with a million horror stories...I often felt inhuman...disenfranchised from society...experiences that I would have escaped had I been born in a more educated, more tolerant society.
Change is a coming my dear...one day.
I have a slight dislike for that phrase... 'one day...'
Why is that? In the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges my mother would always smile then say, "Wan day wan day Tuchi [my nick-name], things will be better."
How I hated hearing that statement...for she meant it in terms of God delivering his people... I used to urge her to tell me tangible ways that we will work to ensure that we overcome the challenges we faced...
Now Ruthibelle, trust me, I am not saying "one day" just so. I know what needs to be done, and I am working assiduously, with like-minded people, to find viable remedies.
I just mean to say that, in consideration of the social context, 'It' will take time.
Yu si mi?
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